Twilight Han held up an oil-paper umbrella, slowly walked to Ling Cheng's side, stuffed a brown medicine bottle in his hand into Ling Cheng's sleeve, and said: "Blood evil is not something that ordinary abortion pills can get rid of, if you can't bear to make a move, 'Broken Sun' can help you, remember, there is only one chance!"

The wooden door was closed again, and Ling Chengcai slowly stood up, holding the 'Broken Sun' tightly in his hand, and once again made up his mind that the child must die!

At that time, Fu Yao was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and Qi Shuang was kneeling in front of him, and Twilight Han was standing behind him.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, shook his head and sighed, and said: "Get up! The overall situation has been decided, all of this is his own fault, no wonder he is a teacher!"

"Master, aren't you afraid that Ling Cheng will really kill that child?" Qi Shuang had a mocking smile on his face, staring at the person he had respected for more than ten years, and there was a chill in his heart.

Twilight also wonders if the child dies, the enchantress will be able to continue to live, and it will do no harm to their plans.

But he is strict by nature, knows what to say and what not to say, and he has never dared to question the order to go to Yao.

"Qi Shuang, do you really think that the kid is dead and our plan will fail?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Hmph, do you guess that a monk who has never punished a demon is actually his own flesh and blood, so what will happen to him?"

Go Yao got up, bent down and looked directly into Qi Shuang's eyes, and the smile on his face became more and more hideous.

Qi Shuang was stunned by the evil light in his eyes, and instantly collapsed to the ground.

The master he used to respect the most was a devil from the bottom of his bones, and his so-called demon elimination and defense path was even calculated by his own apprentices, such a person was really terrifying.

"Haha...... , you don't have to be so pessimistic, as a teacher, I can tell you today that if Ling Cheng really makes a move, he will cultivate to a great increase and become a great hero admired by the world.

Qu Yao's words were beautiful, but Qi Shuang's whole body was trembling.

If Ling Cheng killed his own flesh and blood, the belief in his heart would collapse.

At that time, he will become a puppet of the remote and winnish if he destroys the fox clan.

Twilight Han was so angry that his whole face was spasmodic, but it was not because he was worried about Ling Cheng, but because he was jealous, crazy jealous!

He originally thought that half a year ago, the master asked him to warn Ling Cheng in order to gain Ling Cheng's trust and lay the foundation for breaking through Lingxi.

But now it is known that in the eyes of the master, Ling Cheng is the one who can take down Lingxi in one fell swoop. And he grovels in the twilight, and obeys his fate, but he is a dispensable pawn from beginning to end.

Twilight Han's eyebrows were furrowed, his fists were clenched, and all his respect for Fuyao disappeared at this moment, and he secretly swore that he would definitely get his hands on Lingxi.

All the eyes of Yu Yao focused on Qi Shuang, and he didn't find any abnormality in Twilight.

He picked up Qi Shuang and said with a smile: "Qi Shuang, don't worry! One day, Ling Cheng will know that being a teacher is the right thing, he will come back to help me destroy the fox clan, and the mantle of being a teacher will eventually be passed on by him!"

At this time, he actually seemed very easy-going, in his heart, Ling Cheng was the genius who was rare in a hundred years, he was gifted, and he was born to eliminate demons.

What Ling Cheng lacked was just an opportunity, a chance to show his skills and eliminate the Demon Guardian Dao.

Then he'll give him this opportunity!

But he didn't know that it was precisely because of these heartfelt words that Twilight Han had already moved to kill.

What he can't get in the twilight, others don't want to get it.

Qi Shuang was shocked, he knew that he couldn't change anything, so he knelt down again, kowtowed three times, and then said: "Master, apprentice is not filial, I'm afraid I can't serve you anymore, in the future, the world will be big, and the four seas will be home, please take care of Master!"

This place where he has been staying for more than ten years is actually a Shura field, and his master is a devil, such a person, he can no longer serve wholeheartedly.

Since he can't do anything, he can only leave, as long as he doesn't witness his cruelty, maybe he can still leave the impression of a good teacher in his heart.

Fu Yao's face changed suddenly, and with a flick of the dust, Qi Shuang was immediately sent flying, hitting the wooden door, and spitting out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

He watched Xiang Yao approach step by step, his pupils were full of disappointment in shock, the master didn't even want to give him freedom, he closed his eyes in despair, but his body couldn't stop trembling.

Fu Yao twisted his clothes, dragged him directly from the ground, and said: "As a teacher, I won't kill you, I will also let you see it with your own eyes, I'm right!"

With that, he slammed him to the ground and turned around and shouted Twilight's name.

Only then did Twilight come to his senses, and he respectfully bowed, waiting to go to Yao to give orders.

"You will leave for Xuancheng immediately, Tang Ying and you know each other, and it is not difficult to unite with him!

As a teacher, he will also go to Changyu immediately, and it is time for Yu Jin, that old guy, to make a move.

Go for it!"

Yu Jinnian, who went to Yao's mouth, was not confused, because he guarded the rich land of Changyu Island all the year round, he was honored by the people of Changyu as the owner of the island, and there was no shortage of capable people under his door.

With the help of Tang Ying and Yu Jin, it is even more imperative to capture Lingxi and destroy the fox clan.

......

At the beginning of the next day, the heavy rain had long since stopped, but the ground was still cloudy.

Ling Cheng stumbled back to the wooden house, his plain white clothes were covered with mud, the blood stains on his face were mixed with the mud, his starry eyes were full of red bloodshots, and his whole person was languishing and embarrassed.

As if he had made up his mind, he clenched the hand holding the vial again and entered the door with extremely heavy steps.

On the road from Mingyang Mountain to Zhishui Stream, more than 30 kilometers, Ling Cheng walked back in the rain and in the dark.

He didn't know how many times he had fallen and bumped along the way, but he still wanted to walk back, as if his heart would not hurt so much as long as his body hurt a few more times.

The misery of life has smoothed out all his water chestnuts, and his determination to never give up and not believe in the destiny of heaven has long been shattered.

At this moment, he just wants to let the night be flexible, even if she hates him and resents him, he has no regrets, as long as she is safe.

He washed the dirt off his body, changed into clean plain clothes, and used his spiritual power to heal the wound on his forehead, and then took the medicine bottle to the room where the night spirit lived.

Looking at the woman sleeping peacefully on the wooden bed, he hooked his lips and smiled, turned around and walked out of the room.

After today, everything will be fine.

He began to skillfully light a fire, and threw the prepared lotus seeds, lilies, white fungus and other things into the clay pot one by one, but his eyes stayed on the medicine bottle on the stove.

'Broken Yang' should be the name, that is, to block the child's opportunity to meet Yang Chen, he raised his hand and clenched it again, and finally grabbed it and poured it into the crockpot.

Three drops of transparent liquid dripped into the water one after another, and the crisp "ticking" sound was more piercing than the sharpening sound of the executioner's knife.

His actions are even more hateful than those of the executioner, for what he is about to kill is the life of a child, the life of his own flesh and blood!

He clutched his forehead in pain and burst into tears again.

If he could do it all over again, he would rather refuse when the Night Spirit asked him to marry her.

If he had known this, he would not have looked for her after the night spirit returned to Lingxi.

Perhaps, from the beginning, he shouldn't have provoked her.

He said that love can't hurt, but he still hurt her after all.

......

Before the night spirit could open his eyes, he hooked his lips and chuckled, habitually touching the person beside him, and suddenly opened his eyes when the jade hand was empty.

"Xianggong?" she called.

After calling a few times, no one responded, but there was a fragrance from the tip of his nose, and his frowning eyebrows suddenly stretched, it turned out that he was cooking for himself.

She touched her bulging abdomen, a natural smile on her face, and she could feel that the child was growing up and healthy.

When she got up from the bed, the sudden feeling of vertigo almost caused her to fall off the bed, but fortunately she grabbed the edge of the bed in time.

After the dizziness had passed, the Night Spirit slowly walked to the dresser and sat down, staring at the emaciated woman in the bronze mirror and smiling bitterly.

Fortunately, he was just a little haggard, and he could cover it up with a little powder, so that Ling Cheng wouldn't notice his abnormality.

She hurriedly applied the fat powder to her pale cheeks, and when she saw that the haggard look of the person in the mirror eased slightly, she picked up a wooden comb to comb her hair.

The jade fingers were lightly picked, a strand of hair fell between the fingers, and when it was combed to the end, she saw a crane hair mixed with green silk, and the eyebrows that had just stretched out frowned again, she put down the wooden comb and pulled out the dazzling crane hair.

After calming down a little in his panic, he saw another crane hair, and the night spirit hurriedly grabbed all the strands of hair in front of him, and saw that a small amount of crane hair was already mixed in the green silk.

The night spirit's whole body trembled, and hot tears slipped from his eyes, and he could no longer suppress the sadness in his heart, and covered his mouth and cried bitterly on the dressing table.

After crying for a while, she immediately sat up straight again, and when she stretched out her sleeve to brush the tears, she forcibly gathered her spiritual power in her palm, and then covered it on the green silk.

The scattered spiritual power flowed out of her palm, and Sakura's lips slid on the warmth again, dripping on her already dyed white dress, and when the crane hair finally turned back to green silk, the white dress was already stained with blood.

At this time, Ye Ling had only one thought in his heart, that is, he must not let Ling Cheng see her current appearance.

She smeared the blood from her nose in a panic, the blood gushing out, staining the white sleeves of her dress red, and she staggered to her feet, and hurried to the basin stand, holding the water over her pale cheeks.

The basin of clear water turned blood red in an instant, and the night spirit raised her eyes in shock, the blood finally stopped raging, and she hurriedly poured the blood from the windowsill and hid in the muddy water.

Then he changed into a red dress and hid the bloody clothes under the bed, and then pretended to be casual and applied makeup to himself.

The red clothes are festive, and the most important thing is that if he bleeds again, on top of this bright red, Ling Cheng will definitely not be able to see the clues.

The sound of heavy footsteps slowly approached, and the night spirit hurriedly calmed his mind, caressing the waterfall green silk, hooking his lips and chuckling, but his face was full of bitterness.

Ling Cheng put the boiled lily lotus seed white fungus soup on the table, gently hugged the thin shoulders of the night spirit, and said with a smile: "Ling'er, why did you get up by yourself?"